Crave

4

Olachi

I woke up not in my bed I looked down at my body and I still had my clothes on.

There was a tight grip around my waist.

I looked up seeing Trivelle sleep,
damn he cute when he sleeping.

I tried to get out his grip but he held me tighter.

"Yo what you doing" he said in a sleepy voice.

"Going home"

He didn't say anything just pulled me closer.

My phone started ringing I looked around seeing him holding it.

I tried to grab it but he put it in the air.

I got on top of him trying to grab it.

I felt something hard rub against my box.

I looked down seeing his dick high up.

"Can you put that away" I asked mugging him.

"Only you can mamas" he said smirking at me.

I kept trying to get my phone but I ended up grinding on him.

He flipped us over so I was on the bottom.

"Stop playing with me" he demanded grabbing my neck.

He kissed my lips aggressively, he pulled my dress up and started kissing up and down my body.

He stopped at my box and started pulling my underwear down.

There was knock on the door.

"Yo bruh the game was 7 minutes in heaven not a whole night in heaven" Larry yelled through the door.

"Nigga get the fuck on" Trivelle yelled back.

I slide out the bed and pulled my dress down.

I grabbed all my stuff and left the room.

"Y'all fuck" Larry asked as we walked down the stairs.

"No"

"Ight imma fuck with ya" he said opening his arms for a hug.

I gave him a hug and left the house to my car.

When I got home I saw my mom and dad on the phone looking scared.

"Ebee ka ị gara" my mom said in her Nigerian accent (Where did you go).

"Anọ m n'ụlọ ndị enyi" I replied (I was at a friend's house).

"Kedu ihe mere ịkpọghị gị" my dad asked (Why did you not call).

"Ekwentị m anwụọla" (My phone was dead).

"Emekwala nke ahụ ọzọ" my mom sighed putting her phone down (Don't do that again).

"dịkwa mma, ndo" I mumbled walking up the stairs (Okay, sorry).